Like our good friend, Chappy.

The free alcohol was in full effect at the Reel Pride party last night, and thanks to those little blue Skyy Vodka bottles, at lunch this afternoon.

The best/worst part of the evening was when we thought an old, super trashy, butch-looking lesbian was trying to pick us up, only to find out she was keen on Jesus and was trying to save us.

It's so frustrating when you know the person trying to talk to you is creepy, but you can't instantly indentify why.

Not Too Tough to Die afterall: three out of four of the original Ramones are dead. Johnny died yesterday at the age of 55. At least there's the Ramones documentary, The End of the Century, to look forward to.